Chapter 938: Her Head Hit the Bedside Table

Chapter 938: Chapter 938: Her Head Hit the Bedside Table

Tang Tang blushed when he said that, "You’re handsome, you’re beautiful! Can’t I just look? Then I won’t look!"

After saying that, she really went out.

As soon as she reached the poolside, Zong Zheng chased after her.

Deliberately walking behind her to scare her.

"Ah!"

"Ah..."

She let out a prolonged scream, grabbing Zong Zheng’s coat, and the two of them fell into the pool with a splash.

Emerging with wet heads from the pool, "It’s all your fault! You big meanie!"

"Honey, you scare too easily." Zong Zheng held her close, "Let’s hurry up and get out; these days aren’t suitable for you to be in the water!"

Actually, her period was already over.

It was over today.

The water surface remained clear.

Zong Zheng carried her shivering body into the house.

The room was warm, and he quickly undressed her, wrapping her in a blanket, his heated body pressed against hers.

"Honey, is this better?"

"Mm..."

"Do you really love me that much? Even if I don’t remember the past?" Tang Tang suddenly asked.

"Of course I love you." Zong Zheng held her tightly, "I love you for who you are!"

She wasn’t sure if he was being truthful.

Back then, she had deceived him a few times; maybe Zong Zheng was also deceiving her.

Could it be?

"Then can you tell me stories about us from before? I really want to know, I can’t wait for the wedding day!" Her eyes blinked, staring straight at him.

"I don’t really remember, will you blame me?"

That was what she expected, since it was all fake anyway, not remembering was normal.

But the stories Zong Zheng told her later were exactly what she saw that day.

She really didn’t know how she would feel if Zong Zheng told her the truth.

"Are you still cold?" Zong Zheng suddenly asked.

"Not cold, it’s so warm..." She turned, facing him.

The two of them were in the same blanket, both naked, would she still be like this if she remembered?

Is she now truly herself?

Does Zong Zheng like her now or her past self?

Why did he take her away from the hospital, keeping vigil for more than two years until she woke up?

Logically, Zong Zheng could punish her, or be even more brutal, or just abandon her anywhere, and that would count as revenge.

But now, she was muddled, increasingly unable to understand.

"Do you think I’m better now, or was I better before?" Tang Tang asked seriously.

"Both are good, both are you."

"But I feel I wasn’t like this before, you said I used to be quite aloof, a particularly aloof surgeon! But now I don’t seem aloof enough."

Under the bed was a soft pad, her body didn’t hurt, but her head hit the bedside table, and crimson blood flowed.

——

In the pitch-black room, Tang Tang felt thirsty, went downstairs to get water, and faint traces of blood permeated the room.

She went over, and on the sofa and the floor there were bloodstains, she saw Zong Zheng leaning on the sofa, wounded by gunfire.